Locked Hearts: Keir & Sailor #2 (Chained Hearts Duet Series) Read online

  Copyright © 2021 by T.L Smith

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  Contents

  Warning

  Blurb

  Variety Gossip

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Variety Gossip

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Unlikely Queen

  About the Author

  Also by T.L Smith

  Warning

  This Ebook contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. This e-book is intended for adults ONLY. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

  Cover – RBA Design

  Photographer- Tami Ann Photography

  Edited – Swish Editing

  Editor - Ink Machine Editing & Nice Girl, Naught Edits

  Proofread – Lisa Edward

  Blurb

  When the king of the underworld wants you.

  You have no place to run.

  No matter how hard you try, no matter where you go.

  He will find you.

  It’s just a matter of, do you want him to find you.

  Or do you want to run.

  Variety Gossip

  The King of the Underworld

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  It seems our notorious bad boy is still, and will most likely forever be, just that. He has been spotted with an old flame, but there’s no news of the woman he seemed so attached to.

  Does anyone know what happened there?

  Chapter One

  Sailor

  I lied.

  It’s the first thing that runs through my mind every morning before my hand touches my belly.

  I lied.

  To Keir.

  And I’ve managed to stay away from him too.

  I hope it lasts, this willpower I’ve managed to find and to dig deep to maintain.

  Carrying a child was something I thought I would never do. Ever.

  My body was defective, and it didn’t understand what I wanted.

  But, somehow, along the way, with this man, it happened—I’m pregnant.

  I wonder if he’s married her already.

  Is she pregnant with his child as well?

  I hate the bitch and hope I never see her again.

  Sighing, I pull my bag further up on my shoulder as I smile at Henry, the barista.

  “You should be on leave,” he says, shaking his head.

  Quickly I gaze down at my belly and smile. “I will be, next week.” My shoulders shrug without me thinking about it because not much seems to matter right now except the baby and me.

  “Your feet are swollen, and you look tired,” Henry states categorically.

  He’s right, for the past couple of months my feet and ankles have been swelling badly to the point of pain. Henry tells me to sit as often as I can, but my job is to serve customers, so standing is a must.

  When this happened, I moved back to my hometown and am staying at my old house. I thought about moving out, but Benny insisted I take the third room to use as a nursery. I’ve managed to save enough money to have some time off with the baby once he or she has arrived.

  Right now, I don’t know the sex.

  To be honest, I was shocked and so grateful—every word and feeling you could think of—when I realized this baby was even happening—it’s more than a miracle and it means everything to me.

  Things flew through my head after the initial shock settled.

  Could Dillan’s sperm have been defective?

  Did my body reject it?

  Or is this God’s punishment for everything I’ve gone through by giving me a baby with a murderer?

  “Take tomorrow off.” Henry’s nice, one of the best people I have ever worked with. I have clients on the side because I want to keep saving. And having this job as well, as tiring as it may be some days, is the only way I can do that.

  “I can’t,” I reply as he walks over and hands me a cup of herbal tea. I smile up at him.

  Henry’s young, an amazing barista, and also the owner’s son.

  “You can. I’ll cover for you. You know I can.”

  My teeth bite down on my lip at his insistence. “I need the money.”

  “You’ll still get paid. You’re only meant to be on for four hours tomorrow. Think of it as my early baby gift to you.” He touches my belly and smiles. I used to think it was weird how he did that, but now I’ve become accustomed to the tender act.

  “Thank you.” And I mean it.

  I’m due in a week. The doctor has told me I could go anytime. I’m healthy, and more importantly, the baby is healthy, which means more to me than you could ever imagine.

  Getting into a car I bought for five hundred dollars off Facebook, I drive home.

  Benny’s easy to live with and the bonus is how well we get along. I help when he needs it, and I do all the cooking.

  It just works.

  And… I’m so much happier than I was with Dillan.

  Though, that’s not hard to achieve because I was miserable with him.

  And Ellie? Thoughts of her often cross my mind. How she craved attention and sought it in all the wrong places. I know that feeling, I think I was like that with Dillan. But her betrayal was difficult to process.

  Did she even want to be my friend?

  Or was she using me as well?

  To distract myself from my raging thoughts, I shake my head.

  Then my mind goes to how the people closest to me are now all dead. It still doesn’t feel real even all these months later.

  My husband.

  Then Ellie.

  Who else is left?

  My hand touches my belly as I pull up to the front of my house—my childhood home. I grew up here. I even have the same room I had back when I was a child, which should be comforting, but it’s not. This isn’t where I want to be.

  When I was sixteen, I climbed out my bedroom window almost every night to get drunk, stoned, and hang with people I once called friends. We would roam the streets, do things we shouldn’t be doing, and I paid the price. It’s why I saw Dillan as a fresh start. How wrong was I to think that?

  I struggle to climb out of the car and then lock it behind me. And when I say it’s a struggle, believe me, it is. I am huge.

  “Hello, sweetheart. I’ve missed you, lollipop.”

  Well fuck! My whole body locks tight.

  My feet halt immediately and my mouth opens at those words, that voice.

  I’m dreaming, right? Because, believe me, I’ve dreamed of Keir constantly.


  He’s like a devil haunting your dreams—that’s exactly who Keir is, a man but also a monster.

  My very own devil.

  “What’s wrong, lollipop?”

  I feel him now, his breath is tickling the back of my ear. He’s close, so close, and now I can smell him. Every sense is heightened to his presence.

  Wake up.

  Wake up.

  But I don’t because he’s real.

  And now he’s standing directly in front of me.

  Butterflies take flight in my stomach—black ones because that’s what he’s known for. My hands touch together and I feel the sweat beading on the skin. I bite my lip as I look at Keir.

  He shouldn’t be here.

  Why is he here?

  How is he here?

  That hard face stares back at me with a small, unnerving smile on his lips as his eyes travel the length of me, which leaves a trail of goosebumps in their wake. When those dark eyes land on my stomach, he pauses, softening for a fraction. His mouth twitches before he turns around to look at the house, then back at me, his eyes darken and he becomes demanding once again. “Inside… we need to talk.”

  “No.” It’s the first word I’ve managed to spit out at him, and it leaves my mouth stronger than I thought it would.

  Keir’s head drops to the side. “We. Need. To. Talk.” The anger brewing within him slices through each syllable.

  His anger is palpable.

  Unmistakable.

  Blatant.

  “Not today, I have things to do.”

  “You have nothing to do. I followed you from work.”

  “Stalker,” I whisper under my breath. Not that this information is at all surprising to me.

  “Proud of it,” he replies at hearing my words. “Now, where do you want to talk? Because I am not leaving until we do.”

  Okay, I know he won’t give up until he gets what he wants. But why now? Why here? I stuff the groan that wants to leave my throat and the instinct to touch him, or run, both are fighting to gain position in my mind right now.

  “What are you going to do? Camp out front?” My hand goes to my hip, and I feel my skin blush as my temper flares.

  “Yes,” he replies. “Until I get what I want, and you know I will get… what… I… want!”

  Pushing past him, I stomp my way to the front door and hear his footsteps right behind me. He won’t give up, he won’t leave until I submit to him.

  Fuck! I struggle with the lock since I’m rushing, but as soon as it turns, I step inside and quickly slam the door behind me, locking it. Even though I know he can get in if he wants, I eventually hear his chuckle before his footsteps fade away.

  Rushing to the window, I see him leaning against a black sports car with one foot over the other.

  Surely, he won’t stay there.

  Will he?

  He does, all night.

  I check every time I need to use the bathroom, and believe me, that’s a lot.

  More than a lot.

  This baby loves to push on my bladder.

  As I enter my room, I check the time as I trudge back to the bed—it’s four in the morning. The light is on in his car, and he’s checking something on his phone.

  And that’s when it happens.

  That’s when my water breaks.

  Shit.

  My heartbeat accelerates, my palms going clammy as I grab both the baby bag and mine with shaky hands.

  Now is the time.

  I am going to meet my baby.

  Adrenaline, excitement, and fear swirl together inside me.

  Once I have everything, I pull open the front door and pause when my eyes meet his across the driveway. His gaze falls to my stomach, and I watch in horror as he gets out of his car and makes his way toward me. I changed my pants, but even with the protection I am wearing the new ones are getting a little wet the longer I stand. His eyes drift to the two bags in my hands, and he leans forward, taking them from me without my consent—not that I fight him on it—then locks those dark, dangerous eyes on me and firmly states, “I’ll drive.”

  I want to tell him “no” once again, but as soon as the word tries to escape me, I feel the first contraction and it hits me hard. I double over when it runs through my lower back, causing me to almost double over and lose my footing.

  “I’ll carry you.” As the contraction ebbs, he lifts me. I want to argue, tell him that he shouldn’t be touching me, but I’m not sure I want to be alone right now. My hands go around his neck, and my eyes find his. The man is striding as if he’s on a mission, both bags still in hand as he carries me effortlessly.

  “I still hate you,” I tell him when I realize how safe I feel in his arms. I’m frustrated with myself a little too because that statement couldn’t be further from the truth. Nowhere near this man is safe. Nowhere near this man is going to be secure or protected.

  He says nothing just places me gently in his car and then places my bags in the back. I watch as he steps in front of the car, tucking his phone in his pocket before he slides in.

  “Which hospital?”

  I reply, and my body adjusts ever so slightly to not only keep distance between us but so I can watch him as well.

  Make no mistake, just because I’m in the car with this man does not mean I trust him.

  I trust him as much as I would a rattlesnake that’s coiled and ready to strike.

  “You’re pregnant,” Keir states the obvious with one strong hand gripping the wheel as he drives while the other works the gearshift.

  “Ding, ding, ding… the prize goes to the lucky guesser,” I reply sarcastically.

  “Is it mine?”

  His words shock me.

  Because I’m not sure how to answer his question.

  I had hoped to never have to answer that question. In truth, I had hoped never to see him again. Quite frankly it would be easier that way.

  Just as I open my mouth to reply, another contraction hits me hard enough that both my hands go to my back as I lean forward, trying to contain the pain. It does nothing.

  A rough hand touches the middle of my back and starts rubbing in slow, small circles, and it helps. He helps. As soon as it passes and I’m not clenching every part of me, I turn my head to the side, still bent over, and simply gape at him.

  Remembering he asked me a question, I finally answer with, “Does it matter?” Let’s face it, I remember what he said to me all those months ago. If it’s a girl, it doesn’t matter. It could very much be a girl for all he knows.

  “It matters,” he replies as he pulls to a stop out the front of the hospital, his hands tight on the steering wheel, his lips in a thin line.

  An orderly comes out with a wheelchair and opens my door. “Park the car and then come in. She will be taken to the delivery ward,” the man states, but the boredom in his voice is clearly evident like he has said it a thousand times today already.

  I feel Keir’s eyes on me, but I choose not to look his way.

  It doesn’t take him long. Did I really think it would? Keir isn’t a man who’s late or isn’t where he needs or wants to be. So why is he here? Perhaps in hopes that I give him a boy? I’m not his chosen to marry and produce an heir. So if I do have a boy, does that mean Keir still wouldn’t want him?

  This is way too much to be thinking about right now. During labor.

  Everything would be much better if he simply wasn’t here.

  Another contraction hits, and Keir is by my side. He goes to touch me, but I brush his hand away as I suck deeply on the gas to try to ease the pain.

  It doesn’t work.

  “Sailor, I’m going to check how dilated you are. Let’s see when we’re having this baby,” the nurse says cheerfully. My feet are propped up in stirrups, and her hands go between my legs. “Wow! Okay… that was fast.” She calls the doctor over to check. “You’re ready to push.”

  “Do you have to be here?” I ask Keir.

  Both the doctor and the nurse pause t
o stare at him.

  “Yes.” He doesn’t give me an option to argue and before I can even think of a comeback, I’m pushing.

  And he’s right there.

  Being the hero.

  No. He is not a hero.

  Far from it.

  Keir is the devil.

  One I fucked.

  And now look at me.

  Chapter Two

  Sailor

  The asshole is pacing.

  Back and forth.

  Back and forth.

  Keir lifts his eyes and stares at me, then starts pacing again. Non-stop. It’s starting to make me crazy, repressed anger and anxiety swelling in my chest more and more with each step he takes.

  “Get out,” I say to him, careful not to raise my voice too much.

  The doctor and nurses have left, and now it’s just the three of us.

  But he hasn’t stopped pacing since the birth.

  “That’s not going to happen.” He huffs, but he also doesn’t glance my way. Adding to my annoyance, his phone hasn’t stopped ringing. Like literally hasn’t stopped.

  It’s driving me up the wall.

  He is driving me up the wall.

  I am tired and need some rest.

  “Having a baby is meant to be exciting, but you are making it the total exact opposite. Stop pacing and turn off your goddamn phone or fucking leave.”

  Keir stops, looks to me and the baby, then shakes his head. “You kept this from me.” His words slice straight through me, particularly the way they left his mouth full of venom.